Parallel time and space, Yangcheng Dafeng Entertainment City.

In the dark ballroom, there are only faint lights, and countless men and women dance to the sound of karaoke, forming an extremely ambiguous environment.

A young man who looked to be in his twenties, with long hair in a shawl, wearing a black jacket, tattoos on his arms, chest and neck on his chest, and a look of the old boy Chen Haonan also hugged the two girls, swaying his body wantonly.

He had a presumptuous, insolent smile on his face that was somewhat morbid.

"Brother, let go!" The young man laughed.

The faces of the two girls who were hugged were a little stiff.

They didn't know who the big guy was talking to, so they could only laugh with him.

From time to time, a thin young man slipped into the crowd, trotted up to him, and whispered into his ear.

Brother Fu immediately scolded: ", dare not give money on Lao Tzu's territory, it's really unclean!" ”

"Let's go!"

Hulala, seven or eight people walked out of the dance hall and followed behind Brother Fu.

This movement was clearly seen by the rest of the ballroom.

In a bar, a few old sticks and a group of young people bragging.

A young man asked, "That's Brother Mad Dog, right?" ”

"You say, there are so many big bastards in this southern city, why is Brother Mad Dog able to hold the field at a young age?"

"Because he's ruthless, of course."

"I know he's ruthless enough, why does he dare to be so aggressive?"

"Last year, I also made three cuts and six holes in the first year, I'm really not afraid of killing people?"

"I'm afraid of an egg!"

An old bastard snorted coldly, seeing that the people around him were attracted to him, he glanced at everyone, his eyes were a little proud.

"Brother Tiger, you are this, is there still an inside story in it? Is there any surprising background behind this mad dog? A young man in society gave a thumbs up and asked for advice.

"Humph!"

The old bastard was a little proud: "Lao Tzu will teach you to be a good person and have a long experience." ”

"Background? You're not wrong, people are as their name suggests, this mad dog has a certificate! ”

Everyone was stunned.

Proof?

The young man just now hurriedly filled the old bastard with wine and asked, "What certificate, so awesome?" ”

The old bastard lifted his glass, and looked like you kid has eyesight.

"Psychiatric Certificate."

……

In the dimly lit room, there was a large stench of alcohol, a mess on the bed and floor, and all kinds of intimate clothes everywhere.

Fu Qiu opened his eyes in a daze, and two balls of flesh and bones leaned beside him, both curled up, forming an arc.

Psychological analysis, it is a lack of security.

Fu Qiu forcibly resisted the thought of kicking the two out of bed.

It's the mad dog's instinct.

Fu Qiu is still very gentle, he is just a shot.

At this time, countless picture memories came to mind, and Fu Qiu had a general understanding of when, where, and what kind of identity he was.

After getting out of bed, regardless of being naked, Fu Qiu went straight into the bathroom.

Looking at the tattoos, Fu Qiu was a little unimpressed, he really couldn't appreciate the beauty in them.

Looking at his memory again, he was even more annoyed.

"Draft horses!"

"What a void!!" Fu Qiu's heart was depressed.

I took a shower, went into the house, and rummaged through the things locked in the cabinet, and there were a few important things.

Mentally ill patient certificate, primary school leaving certificate, three identity cards, two gold watches, three gold bars, and three stacks of red banknotes

Finally, there is a piece of paper on which a string of words is listed.

"Look at these preparations, this is ready to run away at any time? Is this a brain that psychopaths can have? ”

"Psychopathy still makes a planner?"

The planner is probably the only thing he has in common with himself in this world.

Fu Qiu casually put the rest of his things into his personal space and picked up the last piece of paper.

"Even though I'm only in junior high school, I can write well."

Fu Qiu looked at it carefully, and he still attached more importance to the content.

Because the content of this piece of paper is the world's own wishes.

When it was done, he was free.

-- The 1999 plan is to take over more work in the rivers and lakes, and we must be economical and not extravagant, so as to achieve the three goals.

The first earns a million, the second buys a suite for his younger brother, the third buys a car for his younger brother, and the fourth repairs a grave for his mother.

"Fuck, four targets, not three, it's really psychotic." Fu Qiu complained and continued to look down

- A master plan for life

The first is to build a road for his hometown, the second is to lead his hometown to become rich, and the third is to build ten hope primary schools.

"So that?"

"Buy a car and a house for my younger brother and build your hometown, but if you don't know, you still think you are a good person?" Fu Qiu was already very speechless in his heart, and even very irritable

(The irritability here is mainly due to the fact that this body is not very capable)

Suddenly he reacted, his eyes widening.

"That's not right! Isn't the younger brother of this body dead? ”

A series of pictures flashed, and Fu Qiu clearly saw that just more than ten years ago, when the two brothers went to the river to play, his younger brother drowned, and because of this incident, he was blamed by his mother, until his mother died, he was alone, and he didn't go to school anymore, and was tricked out to work by his fellow villagers.

"Is this the perspective of psychosis?"

The picture in Fu Qiu's mind flashed, and he had an answer.

The predecessor seems to have consciously ignored the real facts.

In his memory at this time, there had never been a brother who had died.

My brother lives next door and just dances with him.

Everything in the family is double, and the two flesh and bones on the bed are also brought back by the younger brother.

"Convinced! My brother is dead, and I'm going to do a fart task? Is it burning paper money? ”

"And those people in my hometown, who are villagers on the surface, have bullied the orphans and widows of Fu Qiu's family since they were children, and they are desperate, and they are not doing things that are inappropriate? These are so good to them? ”

Fu Qiu kept shaking his head, extremely dissatisfied.

Although from his memory, he probably understood that the idea of leading the whole village to get rich in his predecessor was to let the people in the village follow him out and mingle, and recruit the younger brother by the way.

But Fu Qiu obviously still didn't have this idea.

Do they deserve it too?

Mixed like this, the world itself has become a tree brother?

Maybe it's a little better than Brother Shu is that he hasn't been messing around in his hometown.

Fellow villagers tricked him out to work, but he didn't think about it, because of a fight at the train station, and then met a noble man (who values him as a mentally ill person).

After that, he killed a man for the nobleman and squatted for several years.

After coming out, with the support of the nobles, he became the famous mad dog brother on the third street of the town.